possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

silence

  • Where is the Wind

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the Desert The quiet hush trips over grains of sand so slight,But who stole desert’s breath, leaving colder the night? At the South Pole Icebergs groan and crack, where winds usually roam,Who snatched the wild gusts, leaving no foam? On a Sailboat The sails barely billow, the sea’s gentle sigh,Just who Read more

  • No Longer

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Empty streets where their names fade,Ghosts of laughter, memories once laid. Once alive with vibrant sounds,now just silence and empty grounds. Fading signs and our crumbling walls,whispers of life’s inner curfew calls. Where the flowing river danced with light,Now that sun set? A new moon swallows night. Maps erased, a vacant space,Seizures Read more